Sunday, October 31, 2010

Six Sentence Sunday: Halloween Edition!

Two of my favorite things. (You can keep your raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens and all that too-sweet, coma-inducing stuff. Gag.) Give me a sexy demon or hunky dream voyager any day of the week. But most particularly on this day of the week, and this day of the year.

Because it's Halloween (and because I just cannot choose), I am throwing all the rules out the window. (And I'm not that contrite about it, to be honest.) Well, hell. It's Halloween. Anything goes.

I was going to give you a little taste of my demonic villainess, Vivienne, the evil and rotten succubus, but I couldn't tear myself away from Ryck.

(Oh, yeah. Katy's in it, too.)

But enough throat clearing.

Here are my WAY more than Six Sentences from Sleepy Hollow Dreams. (Feel free to read any six you want.)

“I will have to go around the back to get to you,” Katy shouted down to the man stuck behind lane four. “I can’t drag you out through the pinsetter.”

He did not answer. A jagged stab of panic ripped into her, her unease growing.

“Are you still with me?”“I will always be with you.”His throaty declaration sparked delicious little sizzles of anticipation and sent them rippling through her. The sexy, masculine promise warmed her skin, as if his hot breath whispered across flesh wet from the touch of his lips.“How in blazes did you get down there?”“You’re very demanding, Katrina.”She bristled at the undercurrent of amusement in his tone. “Listen, bud. If this is some kind of Halloween prank—”“Enough, sweetling. Come to me now.”The knowing, commanding edge in his tone—coupled with the blazing promise of sexual heat and the offhand way he’d tossed the endearment—should have fired her ready indignation. Yet, curiosity held her still. Despite the annoyance that flared like the clang of an alarm, she remained more drawn to this man--or whatever he was--than likely was good for her.Sweetling. She loved that. She wrapped the word-caress around her like the silken flutter of a scarf.“Come,” he repeated, the order tighter, more urgent and clipped.

She’d heard that command from him before, when he’d tortured her writhing body to the brink of orgasm.

But now she sensed his seductive voice fading, weaker than even a moment ago. ~

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Taryn Kincaid writes paranormal, historical and contemporary romance, sometimes spiced with a little humor or a lot of snark. Get swept away by her swoon-worthy heroes. Her latest, AMBER'S ACE, is her 3rd Black Hills Wolves book, following WOLF'S SONG and ANOTHER CHANCE in Decadent Publishing's popular multi-author series.
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